Chapter 311: A Curse of Poison (1/2)

Su Xiaoxiao remained silent, plainly unwilling to recall past events. Lu Yun saw some other things in her memories, things having to do with the foremost ancient pill master, Qi Hai, and quietly formed some thoughts of his own as a result.

……

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

Lu Yun and Su Xiaoxiao emerged from the gates to a series of rumbling noises in the air. Spatial tears had formed in the void and were rampaging through the place of extreme yin, frightening Yuchi Tianhuang and the other two out of their wits. They scrambled from one spot to another, trying to avoid the rips in space.

As a brainless zombie, their two-headed opponent was ripped to pieces the moment the openings had formed. Though it was at peak peerless immortal realm and many times stronger than the White Tiger’s physical body, the zombie had been as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of the rips in space.

“What the hell, we have to get out of here!” Aghast, Lu Yun reflexively recalled his Infernum.

Tugging the young man in one hand and Diexi in the other, Su Xiaoxiao pelted out of the cavern.

“Get over here!” The piercing cosmic radiance around Qing Han wrapped around them as soon as the group rushed out of the place of extreme yin.

Crackle crackle crackle!

When the pitch-black spatial rips hit the starlight, each collision produced teeth-numbing scraping noises. Violently trembling a few times, a long streak of cosmic radiance protected the group’s retreat from the corpse coffin. When it dispersed, Qing Han looked a little wan.

“What was that just now!” A trail of scarlet blood dribbled out of his mouth as he turned around and looked askance at the corpse coffins.

The two bodies had been dead and refined into corpse coffins for an unknown eternity, but were now slowly stirring to motion! Their decayed eyeballs were slowly shifting, and the spatial rips continued destroying the space within them.

The two corpse coffins were… coming back to life!

Seeing that Qing Han had been hurt by the backlash from the rips in space, Lu Yun quickly took out a few pills to feed them to his friend.

“Don’t!” Su Xiaoxiao quickly stopped her master’s motions. “He’s heavily poisoned, and the venom has set in deep. He can’t take any pills right now!”

Lu Yun jerked to a stop.

An inky-green sparkle flickered through Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes while she looked over Qing Han. Her voice trembled when she spoke again. “Vicious, how… incredibly vicious! Who set up such a callous scheme in him, planning to use him as a catalyst of poison to kill all living things?!”

“What?! What do you mean by that? Speak clearly!” Horrified shock seized Lu Yun and Qing Han, and even Empress Myrtlestar wore an ugly expression in the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals.

Though Lu Yun now possessed Su Xiaoxiao’s memories and experiences, which included her terrifying skill in both medicine and poison, he wasn’t well versed enough in them to give such a quick diagnosis.

“This is a poisonous mutation of an accursed spirit root!” Su Xiaoxiao took in a deep breath. “Once the poison activates, it will be a curse of poison and kill everyone that has to do with him!”

Color drained from Qing Han’s face; he was as pale as a sheet. Everyone to do with me?

The Qings? No, he’d cut all ties with that heartless clan a long time ago. So that meant Lu Yun would die from his curse?